It is sometimes difficult to pin down an exact thought until you see it. Reading Eli Gerzon’s story, I realized how I am educating my children is really worldschooling. We live, we learn. Not at home. But in the world.
We are hardly ever at home. I find myself teaching the children more when we are out, often in the car and while sitting down to eat something, or on the run. A typical day goes like this:
We get up together, wash up, put the clothes in the laundry basket, diapers in the bin, get dressed, have a light breakfast, and then go out for lunch. In the car, the kids read their books, or we practice counting by each spotting a blue car and tagging it.
At lunch, Wolf builds a Lego fort to protect his Lego humans against an onslaught of Safari Ltd dinosaurs or imagines some other scenario. He orders his own food. Cuts his own broccoli. He draws pictures of his family over dessert or plays Animal Kaiser (teaches him math!) with his Grandpa or Godpa. He asks for the bill politely. Sometimes he even signs for it.
While shopping, sometimes I tell him he can pick out a safe toy under $10. He has to read the price tags and tell me whether it is more than or less than $10. If he is not sure, he asks me. He can only buy well-made safe toys. No PVC. He knows this and accepts when I tell him it won’t last, it is unsafe, or it is made of PVC. When I pay for it, he tells the cashier we don’t need a bag, and thanks him or her for ringing up his toy.
Kitten naps. Sometimes.
At the supermarket, he rides in the cart and picks his own fruits and especially his own broccoli. He was taught how to choose the freshest and picks them himself. He chooses super foods because they make his body run well (and grow big and strong like a liopleurodon). He asks the lady at the weighing counter if how she is and if she has had lunch. She smiles at him and weighs his broccoli. He tells her, thank you and have a good day! She says, you too! At the payment counter, he helps to load the groceries, and thanks the cashier.
I’ve been giving him $2 to buy his Grandpa a curry puff and he goes by himself, with me about 5 metres away watching and ordering my own drink. The lady selling curry puffs is still amused at this 4 year old asking her, “May I have a curry puff for my Gong Gong please?” It has been a few months. We rest in the car and I share my drink with him. Kitten hears all and sees all. Sometimes she dozes now.
At home, we pack away the groceries, wash up, and I rest on the couch while the children play. Some days he paints, other days he plays with magnets (on the table, away from Kitten), or an activity book, or stickers, or if Kitten sleeps, we look through a huge book on the Universe or dinosaurs.
I break out the Ikea tunnel and tent, throw in some pillows and stuffed toys, and Wolf and Kitten go wild with some imaginary game. I rest, or sew something, or read my news.
Daddy comes home and we do dinner then have family time. Bath time. Then bed time when we play games with stuffed animals. Sometimes hide and seek, sometimes hide and seek with the stuffed animals, other times we reenact Three Little Pigs, except this time it is Three Little Cats and 2 Liopleurodons. Bedtime and lights out, and another day is done. It is always lovely to cuddle them at night.